Emrys' brow lowered in confusion, and he was too surprised by the question to even bother trying to school it into something else. Why on earth would he be put off by a lack of inhibitions? It seemed a strange question to ask given that he'd just told her he adored the act itself. This was how society trained women to think, of course, and from a blushing debutante he might have expected this. Any indication that one enjoyed a sexual act would result in diminished value. Surely between the two of them there was no need to adhere to such ridiculous societal standards, however?

"Why would it?" he asked, still trying to wrap his head around it. The typical societal line went that if women enjoyed having sex they were prone to turn themselves into harlots (ironic; if they were really enjoying the sex they were already having, they wouldn't go seeking it elsewhere, in Emrys' experience). But she was —

Oh. This was about other lovers. Emrys leaned back so that he could look at her more fully, mouth turning to a slight frown. She was asking if he thought she was the sort of woman who might throw herself at anyone who provided an opportunity. He didn't, but... maybe what she was really asking was whether or not he minded if she did. If that was the case, he had been with enough partners of either gender to suspect the answer she was looking for was yes, he minded. Jealousy was often used as a proxy for devotion.

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